When Shizuka was finally allowed to rest, her legs were trembling uncontrollably, and her whole body ached in places she didn't even know she had. And as Tysone's cum dripped all over her, she thought that, maybe, this was a good way to die.
Not that she was going to die. But it was just so, so good.
She was also sure that Tysone was going to be very hard to satisfy from now on.
She watched him, her eyes half-lidded, as he walked towards the bathroom, his cock still hard and proud. He was a god. Her god. And she was his willing sacrifice.
He came back a few minutes later, a warm, damp cloth in his hands.
"Turn around." He commanded.
She did, a slow, tired, but eager little twist on the bed. The wet spot underneath her was huge, sticky. She was a mess, her inner thighs smeared with their combined fluids.
Tysone knelt on the bed, and he cleaned her up. "We made a mess."
Shizuka giggled, the sound breathless and happy. "We did." She shifted, the slight movement sending a fresh wave of soreness through her core.
She was going to be feeling this for days.
"You okay?"
"I'm more than okay, Ty-kyun." She reached out, her fingers tracing the hard lines of his abs. "I'm... fantastic."
He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through her. He tossed the cloth aside and laid down beside her, pulling her into his arms. She snuggled against him, her head on his chest, listening to the steady, strong beat of his heart.
Shizuka glanced at his member, still quite capable of further wrecking her, but thankfully showing signs of softening. Surely, even an evolved being had its limits. He had been insatiable. She'd lost count of how many times she'd came. "Are you still...?"
She'd feel kind of guilty if that was the case, but she was also too tired to even think about another round.
"Ah, yeah." He looked down at himself, almost surprised. "Don't worry, I'm not that horny anymore." Which implied he was, in fact, still horny. "It's just... the recovery speed is also part of the upgrade."
Shizuka giggled, her fingers tracing a slow path down his stomach. "An upgrade, huh? Seems more like a superpower."
"Superpower that's going to make walking a challenge for you tomorrow." He said, a smug smirk on his face.
She pouted, cheeks puffing up adorably as she performed a soft karate chop on his dick. "No horny. Go to horny jail." But her strike was pathetically weak against his hardened muscle and flesh. Still, it was the thought that counted.
He winced, but more for show than any actual pain. "Alright, alright. I get the message."
She beamed, and snuggled back against him. "Good."
They lay there in comfortable silence for a while.
Tysone stared at the ceiling. The world's gone to hell, yet here he was, lying on a premium bed, a hot, older woman snuggling in his arms. He had a group of followers, all of them under his command. He had power. He was growing. Everyone was growing. He wasn't plagued by the surrealism of it all. Not anymore, but it was times like these that he could look back and see just how far he had come.
He thought back to his college classmates, which he hadn't seen anymore. He didn't know whether they were dead or alive.
Same for his family, who were living in the US.
What was important was the present, but so much could've gone wrong if he hadn't prepared himself accordingly.
"You know..." Shizuka started, her voice barely a whisper. "Back before... all this... I was trying to organize a trip to a hot spring. For my birthday."
"Mmm?"
"I like hot springs." She continued, her fingers drawing idle circles on his chest. "It's a... Japanese thing, I guess. Anyway, I really wanted to visit the hot springs, but then the zombies came." She huffed. "Ty-kyun, can't we go to a hot spring? Please?"
"We'll see."
"Awww..."
He chuckled. "What, you don't trust me?"
"I do! I do! I just want to go to a hot spring. It'd be nice if everyone was there as well. Rika too."
Tysone hummed. "Speaking of your friend, Rika... I've been meaning to ask. How's she faring through all this?" As far as he was concerned, she was a member of the Special Assault Team. She was probably holed up somewhere, fighting for her life like everyone else. He would've liked if they recruited her. She was a strong asset, and he wasn't just talking about her skills as a sniper.
Shizuka's cheerful demeanor wavered. Her smile faded, and her fingers stopped tracing circles on his chest. She fell silent for a moment, her gaze distant.
"I... I don't know."
Her grip on him tightened. "I tried to call her. A few times. In the beginning. Before the phones died. There was no answer."
"I'm sure she's fine. She's a top sniper, isn't she? She knows how to handle herself."
"Yeah... I guess." Shizuka's voice was small. "I just... I hope she's okay. I miss her."
Tysone didn't know what to say. He wasn't good at this sort of thing—comforting people. He was more of a 'man of action' type. He could kill zombies, he could lead a group, he could fuck a woman until she couldn't walk, but offering words of solace?
Still, he found out that merely offering comfort through a simple act of reassurance went a long way.
He placed a kiss on the crown of her head.
"It's okay." He said. "We'll find her."
"Hmhm."
He ran his fingers through her long hair, and she must've been exhausted, because even as she tried to keep the conversation going, her voice fizzled out and she drifted off.
Tysone held her for a long while, long after her breathing evened out and she was fast asleep.
He wasn't tired.
He rarely was, these days.
Sleep was more for the mind than the body, unless he partook in a fight that pushed him to the brink, or a fuckfest that did a similar job.
...
Next morning was the usual routine, except that this time it was different. Everyone was on high alert, not because of any immediate danger, but because of the cores. They'd been waiting for this day. The day they would finally get a taste of what it meant to be a true survivor.
Tysone, at the head of the table, looked over the group. He had a small black bag in front of him. He pulled out the two cores, placing them on the table. Everyone looked at it in awe. Everyone except Tysone, who had absorbed two, Shizuka, who had joined the special ranks as well, and Saya, who was half-evolved.
But for the others, it was their chance.
"So." He began, his gaze sweeping across the room. "Who wants it?"
The survivors, the 'newbies' as Tysone sometimes called them, exchanged nervous glances. They all wanted it, but none of them dared to speak up. The newbies, after all, were exactly that. "Of course, those who joined the group later than the others are not exactly on top of my list." He paused for a second, letting the words sink in. "The main members will have priority. I will ensure that, as soon as possible, we will get more cores for everyone else, but for now, we have to think about what's best for the group as a whole."
That made sense. The newcomers looked down, disappointed but understanding.
"Naturally, we'll exclude Marin and Yui. Sorry, girls. But we've only got two of them, and in order of seniority, you're not quite at the top." Tysone said, giving them an apologetic look. "But I promise, you'll get your turn."
Marin and Yui nodded. They knew the rules. They understood the hierarchy. "It's okay!" Yui chirped, forcing a cheerful smile. "We can wait!"
Marin just gave a noncommittal shrug, though her eyes lingered on the black gems.
As for the rest, who had been with Tysone since the beginning, they were all staring at the cores, their eyes gleaming with desire. Takashi's hand balled into a fist under the table. He was one of the original members. Of course, he wouldn't outright demand one. He knew the boundaries.
Still, among all the original members—Tysone, Shizuka, Saya, Saeko, Rei, Kohta, Mai, Miku—Takashi listed high on the priority scale. Tysone, Saeko, and Saya already had one. Shizuka wouldn't probably get one as she wasn't a fighter. Mai and Miku were unlikely as well, for the same reason. Which left three viable options, in his opinion.
"Who here has the best chance at making good use of it, you think?" Tysone asked the group. "I'm open to suggestions, but the final decision is mine."
Author's Note:
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